Dugu turned his wrist to defeat, got up and stood upright after holding three sword flowers, and hung the Xuangong ink sword to his feet. Hearing Luke's moans of struggle, he half-turned, and there was no warmth in his voice: "Are you still coming?

Luke raised the silver dragon lance: "Damn stinky boy, there is a kind of don't use magic, fight with swordsmanship openly!"

As soon as he said this, Archbishop Auerbach and others changed their expressions and frowned silently. Ordinary guests may not be able to see it, but they can see the mystery of the sword just now. Although it was unbelievable, they had to admit that Dugu was defeated, not to mention magic from beginning to end, and even the fighting spirit did not work, all relying on the accurate judgment of the direction and timing of the sword to defeat the enemy. But even so, they still couldn't understand why a young man from a border area who was less than twenty years old had such amazing attainments in swordsmanship, as unfathomable as a swordsmanship master who had been immersed in swordsmanship for decades.

"Hey, although the little guy of the Reinhardt family is brave, he is still too young after all! If he can hone it for another twenty years, I'm afraid he won't mistake his opponent's moves! It's just that kid named Luo Ning......" A middle-aged officer couldn't help but shake his head and sighed lightly, but he didn't fail to say the remaining half of the sentence "His swordsmanship is so powerful, I am far inferior to him".

"Magic?" Dugu was also stunned for a moment, and said that he didn't understand magic at all? He looked down and found that there were only magic fluctuations on the Storm Demon Sword on his waist, and took it off casually: "You mean it! I don't need this sword!" With that, he threw the Storm Demon Sword to the sidelines, still in the same posture as at the beginning of the battle.

"Huh, this sword ......" Archbishop Auerbach saw the Storm Demon Sword from afar, and suddenly gave birth to a strong sense of crisis. A powerhouse of his level, he has a keen intuition beyond imagination. So the archbishop is very concerned about this sense of crisis. He secretly remembered the sword and wanted to investigate it later.

The archbishop was able to keep his composure, but Luke Reinhardt was starting to get angry.

He had already sent someone to inquire about Ronin, and knew that the Storm Demon Sword was his most powerful weapon, and that it was this sword that Randy had been injured in the first place. However, today, "Luo Ning" does not use the powerful magic sword, but uses a black and tattered iron sword to deal with himself!

"Don't look down on people! You don't use a powerful weapon, but you humiliate me with a broken copper and iron! No, you are simply, you are simply humiliating the Reinhardt family!" Luke gritted his teeth and glared at Dugu for defeat, and suddenly flicked the tip of his spear and pointed at the storm magic sword in the corner: "Pick it up! Pick it up for me immediately! Use all your strength to fight me with dignity!"

"Broken copper and iron?" Dugu's right hand holding the sword shook imperceptibly. In Luo Ning's mind, this insignificant action turned into a huge wave.

Dugu was angry when he was defeated. From the moment Luke said "broken metal", he was furious.

"You actually said that my ink sword is broken copper and iron!" Dugu's eyes narrowed slightly, and his already flat voice was extremely indifferent. At this moment, thin blue lines crisscrossing the surface of the Xuangong Ink Sword suddenly appeared. As soon as these thin threads appeared, they quickly extended and overlapped, weaving into a delicate and brilliant mysterious pattern. The furious fighting spirit poured out, and the wind howled inside the magic shield, and the gray mist rushed like a tide, captivating everyone's vision.

Luo Ning was no longer calm when he saw this. He clearly remembered that the Xuangong Ink Sword was only a weapon that was "obtained by chance", and Dugu Qiuqiu also said something similar to "the master wants to take it", no matter how he looks at it, it doesn't look like a rare treasure, why does it hide such an amazing power? Could it be that he has something to hide from me?

As soon as he thought of this, Dugu's voice suddenly came into his mind: "Master, I didn't deliberately hide it from you, let me report this matter later!"

The corners of Luo Ning's mouth raised, revealing a thousand emotions under the influence of the illusion mask: "Don't worry, I'm not angry with you! ”

"Obey!" Dugu replied simply, and his hands were very neat. Only two crisp sounds of "Zheng Zheng" were heard from the fog of the wind and clouds, and a cold and piercing killing intent snaked like a dragon, returning to the center of the magic shield after a week of sweeping through the palace, and shattering with Luke's screams.

"Not good!" exclaimed Duke Logan and Archbishop Auerbach in unison. Without hesitation, the latter pulled out a crystal clear pure white wand and shot a soft silver light at the magic shield.

"Bang!" The magic shield, which was enough to withstand the Magister's full force, was attacked, and it was pierced by the silver light like a thin piece of paper, shattering into points of light all over the ground.

However, the silver light fell like rain unabated, and with the momentum of the wind and clouds, it wrapped Dugu Qiu in the air and fell hard out of the range of the magic shield.

If they were ordinary humans with flesh and blood, it would be enough to make them all the rage with just one fall. However, Dugu was a metal puppet made of steel and iron bones, and Auerbach's attack had no significant effect on him, at most it only opened a few wounds on his body.

"Humph!"

Hearing Dugu's cold snort, he stretched out his arms in mid-air, like an eagle passing through the sky, and the blue fine lines on the Xuangong ink sword trembled for a while, condensing into the outline of a long sword.

Turn around, swing your sword, and fall down! Dugu's follow-up actions seem so coherent, and at the same time so unbelievable, people can't help but wonder if they are dazzled. However, facts are facts after all, and no one can doubt or tamper with them!

"Step, step, step!" Dugu's footsteps are thick and steady, containing undoubted confidence and domineering. Everyone's eyes followed the red-haired warrior step by step, stopping in front of King Winston III of Morrowind: "I won this battle!" With that, he turned and walked towards Princess Lena without looking back, standing straight behind her like a stone sculpture.

"Ah, look!"

A frightened shout suddenly sounded, and everyone followed the sound to the battlefield just now. I saw Luke Reinhardt, who was still screaming fiercely not long ago, kneeling on the ground with a silver dragon spear, and at some point there were four more incomparably hideous crimson blood holes on his shoulders, abdomen and one thigh, flowing out of the crimson blood.

"What?!, when the hell ......" The guests in the hall were stunned by the scene in front of them.

Even Winston III, who didn't want to see blood on his birthday, forgot to blame the red-haired boy. I saw him take a deep breath and squeeze out a smile: "Got it! Congratulations, young man! Also, thank you for protecting Lena all the way back to the royal capital!"

(End of chapter)